<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:46:06.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life or something like it</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-7350846128983936401</id><published>2009-01-28T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:00:14.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite star again.</title><content type='html'>YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-58b61776b9989128" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-4947364547907250003</id><published>2009-01-22T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:52:56.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More of the same</title><content type='html'>Nothing to say so I'll post another favorite song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b417eadc91b62225" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/4947364547907250003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=4947364547907250003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/4947364547907250003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/4947364547907250003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-of-same.html' title='More of the same'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' 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And that isn't for the better. It ruined my coyote hunt this week. I'm beginning to think God's pissed at me for useing a rifle instead of a bow. At least he saw fit to gives Annette Funicello. 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Matter of fact I can't tell the difference. No jobs, No place to hunt, no bike parts. I might as well be stuck in one of those time warp things they talk about on star trek. At least they have the Klingon an Romulians to keep things interesting. All I have is the wife and kids , and they just ignore me. I gotta find a winter hunting spot. If I don't shoot something, I'm gonna SHOOT SOMETHING!!!!!!! AAAAaggghhhhh!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-2223370030274714359?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/2223370030274714359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=2223370030274714359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/2223370030274714359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/2223370030274714359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-to-report-nothing-again.html' title='Time to report nothing, AGAIN!!'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-4034482855656106996</id><published>2008-12-09T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T11:14:57.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn!!! Time flies when you're lazy</title><content type='html'>Not much happening here. I recuperating from an elbow surgery. Seems over the years I've managed to tear a muscle in my left arm so bad that the doc had to cut the rest off and reattach it to the elbow. Guess the pain level grows with age. As a kid I would just shake it off and keep going. Think the tolerance to pain goes away along with hair color and a trim waist. But I'm doing good and hoping to get back to work soon. As long as this economy will cooperate. So for now I'll leave you with a pleasant song from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fd57f69bce0858a1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd57f69bce0858a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330318449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84DAF7D3C42761ACD551D791054AE820ED183459.3BB5B1DBD1C20F343AB0A2864B87AE78DD9499CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd57f69bce0858a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ddwg8bqzUsLbtJiwKW8S0jusdh3Y&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd57f69bce0858a1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330318449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D84DAF7D3C42761ACD551D791054AE820ED183459.3BB5B1DBD1C20F343AB0A2864B87AE78DD9499CC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd57f69bce0858a1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ddwg8bqzUsLbtJiwKW8S0jusdh3Y&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-4034482855656106996?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fd57f69bce0858a1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/4034482855656106996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=4034482855656106996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/4034482855656106996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/4034482855656106996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2008/12/damn-time-flies-when-youre-lazy.html' title='Damn!!! Time flies when you&apos;re lazy'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-8026849560112869861</id><published>2008-10-14T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:07:07.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Nail in My Coffin</title><content type='html'>Well, the dreaded big five-O came and went. Guess the angel of death has a heart after-all. That or a very big mean streak. I won't know till later. Callie was good to me (as Always) I got hunting stuff and tools. Everything needed to keep my testosterone level up. Could have save some money and just bought me some Viagra. All in all it was a good B-day. We even went to Reno and saw Jeff Dunham. For anyone reading this who doesn't know of him look him up on you tube, he's FUNNY. So with one more year under my melt (and 20lbs over it) I'll say good-bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-8026849560112869861?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/8026849560112869861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=8026849560112869861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/8026849560112869861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/8026849560112869861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more-nail-in-my-coffin.html' title='One More Nail in My Coffin'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-3934729736115264732</id><published>2008-09-22T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:16:42.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Calm</title><content type='html'>Once again things here have'nt changed. I've been applying for all the jobs that come close to my trade and some that don't. Guess I just have to be patient. Good thing I have callie here to keep me on track. She truly is the luv of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6faa603d41dc74e6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6faa603d41dc74e6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330318449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1EE706596D496E08522776E887DCCCBD0343D6A6.8273C85CEFF9E2E0C07FB9128B4D01321D7F154C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6faa603d41dc74e6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5ibtXUVOOoESR1LU-0J61Imol0A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6faa603d41dc74e6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330318449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1EE706596D496E08522776E887DCCCBD0343D6A6.8273C85CEFF9E2E0C07FB9128B4D01321D7F154C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6faa603d41dc74e6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5ibtXUVOOoESR1LU-0J61Imol0A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-3934729736115264732?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6faa603d41dc74e6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/3934729736115264732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=3934729736115264732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/3934729736115264732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/3934729736115264732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-calm.html' title='All Calm'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-7531458178602429988</id><published>2008-09-19T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:08:14.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No News Again</title><content type='html'>Not much happening which is a good thing. So I'll leave this song. Hope who ever hears enjoys it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2f22746447d2f3df" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f22746447d2f3df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330318449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D99F21E5670AD33CE8036E718AF87BACB0095D32.1E4B0D66A9399A9253F10DB6845A308A7C9DDAD8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f22746447d2f3df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQ_K10twliM4Wk6twbMH82XeUkoI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2f22746447d2f3df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330318449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D99F21E5670AD33CE8036E718AF87BACB0095D32.1E4B0D66A9399A9253F10DB6845A308A7C9DDAD8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2f22746447d2f3df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQ_K10twliM4Wk6twbMH82XeUkoI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-7531458178602429988?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2f22746447d2f3df&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/7531458178602429988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=7531458178602429988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/7531458178602429988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/7531458178602429988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-news-again.html' title='No News Again'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-311751871502702045</id><published>2008-09-05T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T10:26:01.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day</title><content type='html'>Well, once again I have nothing of value to say. No new pearls of wisdom to pass along. Suffice it to say my dad who was ill is doing much better thanks to the powers that be. Wife and kids are getting along with no major health issues. I'm tolerated by all and the sun is shining. With that said I'll leave you with this. For all the unappreciated fathers out there. It's never too late to tell pop how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7fae59c200ca79b7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7fae59c200ca79b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330318449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D25FA75EC4FBA0AAB94840AD4E75AD1DD1B9438.388EB9A857E0EB8A9998C1CF79D63567DD65D897%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7fae59c200ca79b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbfRHLOYPaN1DMCzV9JHK57_TB_4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7fae59c200ca79b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330318449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2D25FA75EC4FBA0AAB94840AD4E75AD1DD1B9438.388EB9A857E0EB8A9998C1CF79D63567DD65D897%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7fae59c200ca79b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbfRHLOYPaN1DMCzV9JHK57_TB_4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-311751871502702045?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/311751871502702045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=311751871502702045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/311751871502702045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/311751871502702045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-day.html' title='Another day'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-6431606093195327132</id><published>2008-08-22T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:15:44.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions</title><content type='html'>My hunting bud started reloading for our varmit rifles but he's locked into this speed mode. He thinks faster is better and if the bullets don't fly right it's the equipments fault. I wanna try some of my theories and see if they work but I know I'll be stepping on his feeling and crushing them like eggshells being thrown against a brick wall. I don't have a problem with that, it's just finding the right loads to try first. I like the trajectory of fast bullets but I also like the knockdown power of the slower heavier round. I guess I'll try for the middle of the road approach. I'll post my findings. ( not like anyone cares or understands)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-6431606093195327132?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/6431606093195327132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=6431606093195327132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/6431606093195327132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/6431606093195327132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2008/08/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-9135677642732770347</id><published>2008-08-16T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T16:33:58.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAH!!! I'm Not Cheap!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;I'm a Ferrari 360 Modena!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar/images/f360.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've got it all.  Power, passion, precision, and style. You're sensuous, exotic, and temperamental.  Sure, you're expensive and high-maintenance, but you're worth it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take the &lt;a href="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar"&gt;Which Sports Car Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For a while there I thought I was Cheap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-9135677642732770347?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/9135677642732770347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=9135677642732770347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/9135677642732770347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/9135677642732770347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeah-im-not-cheap.html' title='YEAH!!! I&apos;m Not Cheap!!'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-2413322045265736492</id><published>2008-08-12T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T10:05:47.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New post</title><content type='html'>Well, it's time to update AGAIN! Same ol'shit is still happening. Got three more weeks off. Thinking about reloading for my rifles but I'm also getting my archery shit back in order. Also, I"m trying to get all those little projects outta the way. Ya know the stuff I mean. All the stuff that keeps getting put aside for one reason or another. I'm hoping to get them all done before the kids go back to school. Other than that. The world turns and shit happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-2413322045265736492?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/2413322045265736492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=2413322045265736492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/2413322045265736492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/2413322045265736492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-post.html' title='New post'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-7004361338357767615</id><published>2008-08-06T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T10:50:19.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a new post</title><content type='html'>Well I'm still out on disability from that shoulder op.It would'nt be so bad if I wasn't limited on what I can do. Kindda strange isn't it? We all want time to do what we want, but when we get it there are always limitations. AAAGGGGHHH!!! I'm tempted to head for the trap and skeet range and try shooting left handed. Dove season is coming up and I don't want to miss it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-7004361338357767615?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/7004361338357767615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=7004361338357767615' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/7004361338357767615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/7004361338357767615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-for-new-post.html' title='Time for a new post'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-7449278139529944238</id><published>2008-08-01T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:35:48.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for you Callie.</title><content type='html'>I sometimes don't say it right or enough but I do love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d3388d0b70a68ece" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd3388d0b70a68ece%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330318449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D202478AD06FA36BC875E7D4D82E560F16D30EA2.7530D4F05C05CF7E4A968F203FECAE211E247B92%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd3388d0b70a68ece%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5S_Y7UUwiI1qlD4eo7jr86VJi8w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd3388d0b70a68ece%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330318449%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D202478AD06FA36BC875E7D4D82E560F16D30EA2.7530D4F05C05CF7E4A968F203FECAE211E247B92%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd3388d0b70a68ece%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5S_Y7UUwiI1qlD4eo7jr86VJi8w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-7449278139529944238?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d3388d0b70a68ece&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/7449278139529944238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=7449278139529944238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/7449278139529944238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/7449278139529944238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-you-callie.html' title='for you Callie.'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-1413755348471951787</id><published>2008-07-30T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:15:19.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light at the end of the tunnel</title><content type='html'>well I'm almost through with disability. One more month and I'm back to work. I'm hoping to find something in the propane field again. I love that kind of work. There's an element of danger that is a real rush. I'm been through a lot of emergencies that have burned me or temporarely blinded me and even had narrowly avoided major explosions that could've wipedout the surrounding area. You really feel alive when you come close to death. (guess that's why I got married):]   I've built or worked on most of the trucks in northern california so I'm hoping to find some work close to home. (and a good hospital)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-1413755348471951787?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/1413755348471951787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=1413755348471951787' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/1413755348471951787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/1413755348471951787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2008/07/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='Light at the end of the tunnel'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-5675018959046242840</id><published>2008-07-21T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:28:32.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BAAACK.</title><content type='html'>Well wifey posted some for me but I geuss I should keep things current. Almost done recovering from shoulder surgery. It was a little rougher than ussual coming outta surgery this time. Man I was Wacked!! Damn gas passer hit me with the elephant shit. It took two days to pull myself together and three for my stomach to forgive me. Worst part is the pain killers, DID'nt!!! Damn pills are'nt good for anything but drugging the cat and watching stumble around. &gt;] Callie seems to like them though. I might be out for one more month but not sure. Staying home is BORING!!!!!!! And the oldest rats me out to her mother if I try and work around here. Some daddy's little girl she is. Gonna get her a perch. Then she'll have something to sit on when she plays the stool pigeon. Other than that the weathers good, the TV shows suck and I gotta go hunting before the nieghbors dogs and cats start turning up missing. AAAAGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-5675018959046242840?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/5675018959046242840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=5675018959046242840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/5675018959046242840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/5675018959046242840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-baaack.html' title='I&apos;m BAAACK.'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-7197900390555289034</id><published>2007-12-27T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:28:39.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite a hostile takeover</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to post something on hubby's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just updating quickly - he's no longer the weld supervisor.  That company sucked!  He worked there for 10 months, and was nothing more than a glorified baby-sitter with no say-so in how things were run.  During that whole time, he worked the swing shift, and anyone who knew him could see that the hours were definately taking their toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a non-supervisory position at a different company, and couldn't be happier (at least for now).  The new company seems to treat the employees well, and cares about quality and workmanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, he works a (somewhat)regular shift.  Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is chaotic as usual.  Kids are crazy and screaming at each other most days.  But, it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see if I can get him to post more often in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Callie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-7197900390555289034?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/7197900390555289034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=7197900390555289034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/7197900390555289034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/7197900390555289034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-quite-hostile-takeover.html' title='Not quite a hostile takeover'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-116820233424811287</id><published>2007-01-07T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T12:38:54.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weld Supervisor</title><content type='html'>That my new title. As of tomorrow I will be working for a new company in a new line of work. I have been hired to oversee the swing shift crew of welders. I am no longer a working leadman. This is a really big step up for me. Even with my old bonuses I will be making close to $6.00 more an hour. The hours will be quite different but it will help with the kids until they are old enough to get themselves to school. I also get my weekends back. :D I am a little nervous about this. I've been in charge before but in a company that I new them business. Once I make probation I'll feel better. My old boss didn't take my leaving very well. In fact I've dumped women who took it better. I did do the right thing and gave him plenty of notice and tried to do the best I could while I still worked there. Callie even suggested that once things settle down at the new job I open my own repair business on the side. I've mentioned it to the customers as I worked on their trucks and got a really good response from all of them. One customer even offered me six inspection jobs right of the bat. This looks to be an interesting year and hopefully one of the best years my little family has had. Wish me luck. I'll keep things up to date as things progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-116820233424811287?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/116820233424811287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=116820233424811287' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/116820233424811287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/116820233424811287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2007/01/weld-supervisor.html' title='Weld Supervisor'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-116525984357006891</id><published>2006-12-04T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T11:17:23.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, fast year!</title><content type='html'>Hi, sorry for the long pause between posts. I've never been much of a writer. (Even though my aunt calls me a "story teller") I can't believe the end of the year is in sight. Man that was fast. I've barely had a chance to poke in on everyone else's blogs lately. It's like the suburban life here just sucked me in consumed my life. I never would've thought it could happen. The girls are growing like weeds and callie is, well, she's callie. I'm so lucky to have her. Without her I'd be lost. (Or up for the hedonism award) I'm still slugging away at the scoot, but haven't had any cash to throw at it in earnest. I am thinking about painting the Honda. Something with a little umph! I have some colors in the garage I like so I won't have to buy anymore. Out side of that, My life as a square peg in a round hole goes on.  Folks just look at me like I'm gonna go off and pillage the town. Maybe I should, the wait must be killing them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-116525984357006891?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/116525984357006891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=116525984357006891' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/116525984357006891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/116525984357006891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/12/wow-fast-year.html' title='Wow, fast year!'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-116406088022710522</id><published>2006-11-20T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:14:40.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Quickie</title><content type='html'>Not much to yak about, but I wanted to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving and the best of spirits going into the Holidays ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-116406088022710522?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/116406088022710522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=116406088022710522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/116406088022710522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/116406088022710522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-quickie.html' title='Just A Quickie'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-116308375725450277</id><published>2006-11-09T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T06:49:17.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Quote!</title><content type='html'>" A fear of weapons is a sign of retarded sexual and emotional maturity."-Sigmund Freud&lt;br /&gt;"When I SNAP you will be the first to GO."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-116308375725450277?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/116308375725450277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=116308375725450277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/116308375725450277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/116308375725450277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/11/great-quote.html' title='A Great Quote!'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-116226946564073450</id><published>2006-10-30T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T20:53:06.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HHmmm</title><content type='html'>Well folks, I'm back. Not much serious stuff to talk about. Seen some things that made me think. (And it wasn't nasty) haven't had much time to hunt but I'm planning another trip soon. Learned a little about physics today. A 1800 lb truck traveling at 70 mph can bounce a 4 oz bird 20ft in the air off a 45 degree surface and not leave a red mark. Isn't science amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-116226946564073450?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/116226946564073450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=116226946564073450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/116226946564073450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/116226946564073450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/10/hhmmm.html' title='HHmmm'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-116057058678601416</id><published>2006-10-11T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T05:49:34.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>Not much happening. Waiting for the next hunting trip. The cats will be glad to see me go. I've been using them for practice. Bobcat season is what I've been waiting for so I dress the cats up to look like them and then I HUNT them. &gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-116057058678601416?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/116057058678601416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=116057058678601416' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/116057058678601416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/116057058678601416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115902314161495169</id><published>2006-09-23T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T08:25:57.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When is a good time???</title><content type='html'>With all my attention being focused on hunting and being in the woods a question popped up. (Especially after talking with callie this morning) I believe it's important for everyone to know how to tell north from south and to do it without a compass. Face it, every year the news runs lotsa stories about some poor fool hiking or skiing and getting lost. I'm wondering when would be a good time to teach my girls how to navigate and to read a map an compass? I'm thinking I'd like to start taking them hiking and slowly get them started. That sound like a plan??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115902314161495169?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115902314161495169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115902314161495169' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115902314161495169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115902314161495169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/09/when-is-good-time.html' title='When is a good time???'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115875627753000336</id><published>2006-09-20T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T05:44:37.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting the days</title><content type='html'>Just a few more days till deer season. I took munchkin out Monday and sighted in the hawkens. It was fun, she saw a young doe and got so excited. Her eyes were big as pies. I was a little worried that the smoke might bother her. After all, muzzle loaders are called smoke poles. But right after the first shot she said "daddy can I have one of those guns". She was having a good time. A real chip off the old block. I honestly think she'll be the one that's gonna wanna go hunting with me when she's old enough. I hope that even if they don't like hunting both munchkin and kidlet understand why it's needed and respect others rights to do it. Anyway, I gotta get my possibles pouch ready tonight. The kids still think its one of mom's purses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115875627753000336?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115875627753000336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115875627753000336' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115875627753000336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115875627753000336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/09/counting-days.html' title='Counting the days'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115801692590454377</id><published>2006-09-11T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T16:22:05.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>I'm getting all a twitter as hunting season gets closer. I've decided to put a 110% effort into my hunts from now on. I use to but then I just got discouraged and when at it half ass. But now I've come to the conclusion that if I'm gonna spend the money and time I'm gonna do it right. Callie will probably get sick of it but I can actually hunt all year long for various game. This year I'll be using my .45 cal hawkens. It's a muzzleloader I built from a kit. I hope to get my bear tag after I get my bobcat tags. I'm even considering joining a varmit hunting club in Sacramento. It mat take awhile for me to get into the full swing of things but I cant spend the rest of my life dreaming about being in the woods or bagging game. &lt;br /&gt;  For those of you that don't approve of hunting. What was a need to gather food has now become a tool to manage wildlife as we encroach into their habitat. We have upset the balance and it is our responsibility to fix it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115801692590454377?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115801692590454377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115801692590454377' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115801692590454377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115801692590454377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/09/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115708270327797093</id><published>2006-08-31T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:51:43.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working OT</title><content type='html'>Star date, this year. Working lots, crew is brain dead. I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115708270327797093?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115708270327797093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115708270327797093' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115708270327797093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115708270327797093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/08/working-ot.html' title='Working OT'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115617475005529008</id><published>2006-08-21T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T05:16:50.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged, And I did'nt even get dinner and a movie first!</title><content type='html'>Sorry it took so long Motherdear. It takes me for ever to do everything. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recon Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your mom's side, your favorite candy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xavier Sees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your middle name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Lynwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 2 letters of mom's maiden name and first 3 letters of the town you grew up in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sal'An'Si'Lyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Terrorist Name: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom's maiden name spelled backwards) - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police think mines good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SUPERHERO NAME: (your favorite color, favorite drink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Daniels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, now, for the taggings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather tag these folks in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115617475005529008?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115617475005529008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115617475005529008' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115617475005529008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115617475005529008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/08/ive-been-tagged-and-i-didnt-even-get.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged, And I did&apos;nt even get dinner and a movie first!'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115578679113120172</id><published>2006-08-16T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T20:58:02.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another "Ever Wonder"</title><content type='html'>It seems that as I get older the more these things pop into my head. Maybe I'm finally growing-up. (Dad said it would never happen)(Old fart) &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been thinking about my thirty year high school reunion and my high school sweetheart popped into my head. The one girl I thought I could never live without. My first true love. As I thought about those days and the ones that followed. I realized that all the "mistakes" I made with her and with the women I got involved with along the way were not really mistakes. I came to think of it as fate taking an active hand in my destiny. Without dragging this out into some life-long story in pain staking detail. I'll just say that there were times when all I had to do to get involved with a woman was to shut my mouth and smile. But instead I would completely destroy the situation for no apparent reason. But when it came to Callie, I seemed to try harder. Granted I still fucked-up from time to time, but she would give me another chance. And believe me I wanted them. That's why I started to wonder. Were those mistakes I made with other women really mistakes? I don't think so because mistakes you regret making. I'm happy and don't regret loosing those women. I am happy and feel this is where I am suppose to be. Maybe we are just feathers blowing in the winds of destiny like the Forrest Gump intro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115578679113120172?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115578679113120172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115578679113120172' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115578679113120172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115578679113120172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-ever-wonder.html' title='Another &quot;Ever Wonder&quot;'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115522834493386107</id><published>2006-08-10T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T11:57:40.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog, Same shit</title><content type='html'>Well, not much is cooking. OT has started at work so my life just got more complicated. The crew seems to wanna be stupid all the time now as opposed to just being ignorant most of the time. I can honestly say that going postal has its advantages. Best of which is the numbnuts here would just stand there and stare like a deer in the headlights. No fun in chasing but easy to hit. The only down side would be replacing the ammo. That shit is getting expensive. Other than venting about work, all is well. So you folks take care I'll try and find something interesting to say next time. Till then, nude photos will be accepted and judged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115522834493386107?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115522834493386107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115522834493386107' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115522834493386107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115522834493386107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-blog-same-shit.html' title='New Blog, Same shit'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115456045964098159</id><published>2006-08-02T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T16:14:19.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever wonder?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder if when we're born it is decided that some will be soldiers and others healers and followers and things like that. Not only in war but in life. Always trying to protect or comfort or help mend a broken heart or hurt feeling. If so, is it possible to change this or are we always destined to be what we are in spite of our wants?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115456045964098159?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115456045964098159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115456045964098159' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115456045964098159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115456045964098159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/08/ever-wonder.html' title='Ever wonder?'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115432487539849317</id><published>2006-07-30T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:48:58.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on the sled</title><content type='html'>Well, Things have slowed a bit on the bike for one reason. I need the right resistor so I can finish my taillight. Once that's done it's on to the finishing the gas tank. That my friends is getting me more frustrated than the class virgin I dated in high school. But I will get the results I'm looking for. (unlike high school) I'm thinking of a dark color, like black and blood mix. I think I'll start making more time for the bike once the weather cools down. As much as I like working up a sweat laboring over something I love, I would prefer it at least moan some. (Or at least pretend to moan.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115432487539849317?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115432487539849317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115432487539849317' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115432487539849317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115432487539849317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/07/update-on-sled.html' title='Update on the sled'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115318714194952875</id><published>2006-07-17T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T18:45:41.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally broke it in.</title><content type='html'>Well after having the pool done for 9 months calllie and I finally had a chance to break it in right. ;) We did this in honor of Penny for her birthday. We thought of you penny as we enjoyed the swim in our birthday suits. The night was warm and the water felt great. Anyone else out there having a birthday????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115318714194952875?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115318714194952875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115318714194952875' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115318714194952875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115318714194952875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-broke-it-in.html' title='Finally broke it in.'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115250709946448175</id><published>2006-07-09T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:52:14.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still lots to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7984/1219/1600/tanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7984/1219/320/tanks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7984/1219/1600/oil%20tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7984/1219/320/oil%20tank.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7984/1219/1600/fender.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7984/1219/320/fender.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I finally got the fender widened and the hole for the brake light cut. I'll have to do some body work with a mallet and add some bondo but I think it'll look good when done. As for the oil tank, I still need to drill a hole for the fill port and do the finsh work on it. I was shocked when I measured the amount of liquid it would hold, a full 4 quarts. I was jazzed and relieved about that. It saved me from adding a secondary reserve tank under the tranny. As for the gas tank. I've cut open some fatbobs I had and have tacked them into a position that allows me to plug the existing opening and add my own fluch mount aircraft cap and install a custom dash of my own design. Still have lotsa work on this but I'm hoping it'll add a more unique look to this sled. I'll post some pics of other biikes I've built later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115250709946448175?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115250709946448175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115250709946448175' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115250709946448175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115250709946448175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/07/still-lots-to-do.html' title='Still lots to do'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115236228180975059</id><published>2006-07-08T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T05:38:01.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY PENNY!!!</title><content type='html'>Wishing the best Birthday ever. I'll eat a piece of cake today and think of you. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115236228180975059?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115236228180975059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115236228180975059' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115236228180975059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115236228180975059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-birthday-penny.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY PENNY!!!'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115181114108298200</id><published>2006-07-01T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:33:40.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it goes AGAIN</title><content type='html'>This is probably a waste of effort in some eyes, but what the hell. I've started working on my scoot again and this time with some new ideas. I could always use my creative ideas if anyone has anyway last scoot I built from scratch. This time I'm using a '88 evo in a Kraft hardtail frame. I may chop the frame a bit more because it doesn't have enough rake. It's a 33 over and I'm looking for maybe a 34 over so I can use a 6" over wide Springer front end. I'm doing more fab work on this sled than usual. I'll try and post pics as the work progresses so anyone one who cares can see the work. I'm gonna try and make my own lights too. It'll be a first for me but I found a site that explained a little about L.E.D. lights. Anyway, that's all that's cooking. I hope everyone has a happy 4th of July (for those that celebrate it). For everyone else, enjoy the weekend and be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115181114108298200?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115181114108298200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115181114108298200' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115181114108298200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115181114108298200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/07/here-it-goes-again.html' title='Here it goes AGAIN'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115136622303841248</id><published>2006-06-26T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T16:57:15.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time for a new post</title><content type='html'>THIS FUCK'IN THING SCREWED MY POST UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAMNM THAT SUCKS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115136622303841248?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115136622303841248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115136622303841248' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115136622303841248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115136622303841248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-for-new-post.html' title='time for a new post'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115073716403928955</id><published>2006-06-19T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T10:18:43.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed Up</title><content type='html'>I've tried very hard not to post my political beliefs because I prefer to leave others to theirs and not bring tension to a media that's suppose to be fun for me. However, after being belted over and over about the current government and the reason for the war has finally got to me. Granted The president is not the best we've ever had but he is not the worst either. I don't believe he's finishing "Dad's war" either. For the longest time Saddam played a stupid game of catch me with the U.N. He let inspectors in but only under his terms and when he wanted. The WMD's he used against Iran during that war (for those of you old enough to remember it) just didn't run out. He also used the against his own people. But since they weren't found quickly they must not exist. But how long did it take to discover the Titanic? At least we had a good idea where it was. Things could be hidden from the world for centuries. (king tut for example) I can't say for everyone. But I would rather have a leader that tries than one  who does nothing. (I learned that after floating off the coast of Iran waiting to go in when Carter was president.) I'm hoping Bush was right but even if not the deed is done. Right or wrong Iraq needs to be stable before we pull out. Our worst enemy is the people who want peace but won't lift a finger to insure it. If we leave Iraq now what do you thing will happen? Everyone will just behave? The world is harsh and sometimes it calls for harsh action. I don't want to see war, but until greed, thirst for power and indecision go away it will remain. And for those that want to protest they need to remember how they got the right to do that in this country. And unless they are prepared to protect that right and pass it on to others with opposing opinions they need to shut-up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115073716403928955?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115073716403928955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115073716403928955' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115073716403928955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115073716403928955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/06/fed-up.html' title='Fed Up'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115034871363190067</id><published>2006-06-14T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:18:33.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://personaldna.com/h?k=jUphjZnIEirOica-HP-AACAA-77e8&amp;t=Encouraging+Creator"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callie seems to think it fits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115034871363190067?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115034871363190067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115034871363190067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115034871363190067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115034871363190067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/06/who-me.html' title='Who me???'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115034863502821198</id><published>2006-06-14T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:17:15.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Callie say it's true. &gt;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://personaldna.com/t?k=jUphjZnIEirOica-HP-AACAA-77e8&amp;t=Encouraging+Creator"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115034863502821198?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115034863502821198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115034863502821198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115034863502821198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115034863502821198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/06/callie-say-its-true-p.html' title='Callie say it&apos;s true. &gt;p'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115034849901456974</id><published>2006-06-14T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:15:22.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Callie says it's me. &gt;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://personaldna.com/t?k=jUphjZnIEirOica-HP-AACAA-77e8&amp;t=Encouraging+Creator"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115034849901456974?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115034849901456974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115034849901456974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115034849901456974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115034849901456974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/06/callie-says-its-me-p.html' title='Callie says it&apos;s me. &gt;p'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-115016810383131300</id><published>2006-06-12T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:08:23.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a question</title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever heard a song that has brought tears to their eyes every time they've heard it? Sounds mushy and overly sensitive but every time I hear the song Honey or even a reference to it. I get misty eyed. For those of you who are old enough to know this song it is sad. But For me it holds almost the same meaning. By that I mean when I was 9yrs old my mom passed away, and it was in the early spring and all she wanted was for me to be good. I guess at some point I forgot that and did whatever I wanted, but that song has always reminded me of her and still brings tears to my eyes. And I still miss her to this day. 38years later and I still cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-115016810383131300?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/115016810383131300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=115016810383131300' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115016810383131300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/115016810383131300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/06/heres-question_115016810383131300.html' title='Here&apos;s a question'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-114952215329761850</id><published>2006-06-05T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T08:46:48.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calm at last</title><content type='html'>Well things have finally calmed down. No emeegencies or injuries. And I've finally got an idea about how I want my next bike to look. It's been sitting for a year because I could'nt decide what I wanted it to look like. Well, I've started buuilding the oil tank now. I know how I want it to look and work. It would be much faster building it if I had a tig welder at home. But Santa knows I have'nt been THAT good. Oh well, I'll get it done. And I'll be doing all the prep work on the frame and tin not to mention the painting too. I'll save the engine modifications till I see how it performs. Maybe shave the flywheels first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-114952215329761850?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/114952215329761850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=114952215329761850' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114952215329761850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114952215329761850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/06/calm-at-last.html' title='Calm at last'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-114832069422829708</id><published>2006-05-22T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T11:46:48.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She did it again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7984/1219/1600/stairs%20fall.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7984/1219/320/stairs%20fall.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7984/1219/1600/lini%27s%20crash.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7984/1219/320/lini%27s%20crash.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I posted about my kids, kidlet had taken a fall on her bicycle. Well, this Saturday she took a fall from the third step of our stair case. The poor thing was so excited about her friends sleeping over and the fun they where having she for got to hold the rail as she came running down the stairs. I heard the noise and saw Callie go running and then rush kidlet into the bathroom. I went in there was blood all over. Callie is not real good with emergencies so she let me take over to see how bad it was. The kid knocked one of her front adult teeth out. Apparently she landed on her face and knocked the tooth out along with a bloody nose and a fat lip and reestablishing the mouse that just healed. Good thing Callie managed to get hold of a dentist to reinsert the tooth. Looks like she'll keep it if all goes well, but she will have to have a root canal since the nerves were severed. Poor kid was sooo embarrassed. I tell you. Seeing your child crying and covered in blood is not for the weak. It broke my heart not being able to stop her pain. Kidlet managed to come through it like a trooper. Hopefully she learned her lesson and that munchkin learns too. the pics are of kidlet after the crash and then the fall. She is definately her mothers daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-114832069422829708?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/114832069422829708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=114832069422829708' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114832069422829708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114832069422829708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/05/she-did-it-again.html' title='She did it again!'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-114778549121515301</id><published>2006-05-16T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T06:19:45.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stole this From Penny</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://paradox.of.arden.tripod.com/quiz/princess/index.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fuzzy.snakeden.org/images/inigo.jpg" border=0 alt="Inigo Montoya"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://paradox.of.arden.tripod.com/quiz/princess/index.html" target="new"&gt;Which Princess Bride Character are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;this quiz was made by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/mamaslyth"&gt;mysti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-114778549121515301?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/114778549121515301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=114778549121515301' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114778549121515301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114778549121515301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/05/stole-this-from-penny.html' title='Stole this From Penny'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-114769919411182606</id><published>2006-05-15T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T06:19:56.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 O'CLOCK AND ALL'S WEELLLLLLLL</title><content type='html'>Another Mothers Day has come and gone and I hope all you folks had a good day. I haven't had a reason to really put any effort into the holiday since my mom passed back in '69. Granted I had a step mom but she was a bitch. Having the girls is a fun way to enjoy the day. I enjoy taking them shopping to buy for their mom. Each has their own strong point as far as gift giving. Munchkin knows what clothes to give (As callie about her B-day gift) without any help form me. And Kidlet knows the right flowers and arrangement and how to pick a card that sends the best message. I think holidays will get easier as they get older. I'll just send them to the mall when ever gifts are needed.&lt;br /&gt;Well, so much for Mothers Day. I'll let callie tell you folks about it. I'm off for more coffee and to enjoy a cool quiet morning. There's only an hour left before all hell breaks loose and the day begins. Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-114769919411182606?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/114769919411182606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=114769919411182606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114769919411182606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114769919411182606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/05/6-oclock-and-alls-weellllllll.html' title='6 O&apos;CLOCK AND ALL&apos;S WEELLLLLLLL'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-114732248093251271</id><published>2006-05-10T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:41:20.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life ain't boring with kids.</title><content type='html'>Well it seems that my off-spring has given me more to post. (Be sides post nasal drip. We're sick AGAIN!) Tuesday while I was home sick with munchin, kidlet had started the day Great. She got her self up and made her own breakfast and was especially quite because she knew we were sick. Then she rode her bike and got herself to school for the first time. I was so proud. She tried soo hard to try and make things easy for me. When she called at 3:00 pm I was feeling better. But when I heard her at the door I was surprised to see this look of confusion and hurt on her pretty face. She tried to tell me what happened in a shaky voice but was unclear. I pulled her bike in the house and she hugged me and started crying. Apparently she crashed for the first time on her bike. Once I understood what she was saying I checked her for injuries. Poor thing managed to ride two blocks to get home with only a small scrap on her left cheek and a mouse under her left eye but the worst was some bruises and scraps on her left shoulder. Both hands took a little scrap but that was enough. Munckin saw her big sis in pain and crying and jumped right in getting band-aid and cold compresses to make her sis feel better. I tried to make kidlet feel better with the age old bikers law. "There are only two types of bikers. The ones who've gone down, and Those that are going down." The look on her face told me I just blew any hope of a good fathers day present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-114732248093251271?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/114732248093251271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=114732248093251271' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114732248093251271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114732248093251271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-aint-boring-with-kids.html' title='Life ain&apos;t boring with kids.'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-114614545348766821</id><published>2006-04-27T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T06:44:13.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's my Girl!</title><content type='html'>For those of you that are parents you know not to miss a chance to brag about your kids. Well, Here I go. Monday afternoon while Callie an I were in the kitchen and the girls were out in the back riding their scooter and tricycle. The sliding glass door was open and the blinds pulled so we could see out back. As I was talking to callie the oldest. (kidlet is what callie calls her I think) ran to the door and yells "SHE FELL IN THE POOL". Both Callie and I run to the door as Kidlet runs to the pool and jumps in to save munchkin. The poor thing was scared to death and trying to stay a float. Kidlets grabbed her and pulled her to the edge in time for me to pull her out. All munchkin would say between sobs is "I couldn't breath". Needless to say. Kidlet was treat like the hero she was. The next morning while I was driving them to school. The news on the radio mention a little boy who fell in the family pool and died. The sixth one this year. Both my girls looked shocked when they heard the news. Callie and I are sooooo proud of kidlet. She has always tried to be a good big sister. Best of all, she didn't panic. Something I've always tried to teach both callie and the girls. I think I lost three buttons off my shirt due to the pride I feel for my oldest girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-114614545348766821?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/114614545348766821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=114614545348766821' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114614545348766821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114614545348766821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/04/thats-my-girl.html' title='That&apos;s my Girl!'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-114579125740358278</id><published>2006-04-23T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T04:20:57.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRggggggggghhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Just lost the blag I wrote! Stu[id Fuf8o4;;o spell check!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-114579125740358278?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/114579125740358278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=114579125740358278' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114579125740358278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114579125740358278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/04/aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggg.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRggggggggghhhhhh'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-114547209821484473</id><published>2006-04-19T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T04:14:03.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever Happened to Common Sense??</title><content type='html'>I've been at work for 2 hrs now and I've come to the conclution that the lord is very picky when it comes to who he gives common sense to. It seems that of the three new guys we hired only one seems to be slighty less stupid that the others. Which is really a shame because the other 3 on my crew are completely witless. I never really thought that this line of work was hard. It's just simple if you apply common sense to it. Damn! I put this on hold for a day or 2 and the puke who inspired it quit. Guess he had some sense after-all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-114547209821484473?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/114547209821484473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=114547209821484473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114547209821484473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114547209821484473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/04/whatever-happened-to-common-sense.html' title='whatever Happened to Common Sense??'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-114531529302888027</id><published>2006-04-17T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T16:08:13.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning! The following is Boring.</title><content type='html'>Well, not much new today. The littlest is sick (again). the yard still refuses to look like the pics in Home &amp; Gardens. The only thing right today is the weather. It is sooooo nice out there that I just wanna jump on the bike an go for a ride. But I have the kids with me and Callie really shits her pants if I take them very far on the scoot. I think one of these days I'll show-up at her work with the oldest on the back of the bike just to see her shit her pants. I know there'll be hell to pay, but sometimes ya gotta stir the shit just to stay awake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-114531529302888027?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/114531529302888027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=114531529302888027' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114531529302888027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114531529302888027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/04/warning-following-is-boring.html' title='Warning! The following is Boring.'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-114522230044400162</id><published>2006-04-16T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T14:18:20.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn! I hate falling off the face of the Earth.</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back. Yeah I know. you did'nt know I was gone. It's just that although life is interesting. I have nothing of importance to say. I vent on callie enough about work and such. I just don't think I need to bother you good (or not so good) folks with it. Suvise it to say, I'm alive I'm semi-healthy and callie is keeping me happy and satisfied. :D&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the weather sucks my boss is a prick and I can't seemed to hit the fu!%$^ lotto.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll hope all of you are good and an enjoying you spouse as much as I"m enjoying mine. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-114522230044400162?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/114522230044400162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=114522230044400162' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114522230044400162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/114522230044400162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/04/damn-i-hate-falling-off-face-of-earth.html' title='Damn! I hate falling off the face of the Earth.'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-113700909919875668</id><published>2006-01-11T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T11:51:39.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's wednesday and like all my days at work I'm up before the roosters and trying to get some sleep on the way to work. (I have a cruise control) It seems the minute I get to the job everyone stops thinking. Just once I would like to not have to repeat instructions. I mean some of these guys have been here longer than me. It's the same job just a differt truck. Maybe I'm being punished for a past life. Lord knows there I'll be paying for this one soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;The only bright spot is teasing Callie and the girls. The other day Callie was being a sweetheart and cooking me a lucnh for the next day. She popped it in the oven and sat down to read her book. She looked so happy and content. Up until the time I mentioned "I smell smoke". She jumped up with this look of terror on her face and ran past our 3 year old cusing like a sailor. And apollogizing for her choice of words. She did'nt change them, though. The look on the baby was priceless. She did'nt know what the hell mom was upto, but it was'nt good. That little scene really made my day. Maybe thats why she rarely cooks me a lunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-113700909919875668?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/113700909919875668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=113700909919875668' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113700909919875668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113700909919875668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-year.html' title='Another year.'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-113676941396059682</id><published>2006-01-08T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T21:20:57.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it's you, it'll show.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7984/1219/1600/paradise.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7984/1219/320/paradise.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a philosophy I developed about 15 years ago when I went through a depression. I stopped everything. No hunting, shooting, archery, motorcycles. Everything! I was lost! And when you're lost you stop and take a look around to find out where you are. Well, it worked. All the things I loved most surfaced and I knew where I was and who I am. Since then I've had to put things that are truly me on hold for the sake of my family and home. I still heard the call, but just couldn't find the time to answer. Well, things are going good, everyone is well, the sun will rise and set regardless of my wished. So I'm picking up my bow again with the hopes that's some of those dreams I've had may come true. Callie has always supported me and the girls have shown an interest, so maybe, just maybe my time has come. My hunting buddy is not as enthusiastic about his bow as before, but I'm determined to get back to the love that I've had since childhood. With his company or without. I'm sure we'll continue to hunt together from time to time. But for me, the bow is the purest form of pursuing game. I've gone many years without success, but I still love it. At times I honestly believe I was born 500 years too late. I'll start with the tourneys I always enjoyed and lotsa stump shooting. With luck I'll be successful this year, God willing and the river don't rise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-113676941396059682?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/113676941396059682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=113676941396059682' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113676941396059682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113676941396059682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-its-you-itll-show.html' title='If it&apos;s you, it&apos;ll show.'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-113546748910042703</id><published>2005-12-24T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T15:38:09.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the sick part in all of us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jingleshells.com/flash_content/flash_content.html"&gt;http://www.jingleshells.com/flash_content/flash_content.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I"d share this with all the warpped humorous folks out there. Turn the sound up so you can hear it.&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-113546748910042703?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/113546748910042703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=113546748910042703' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113546748910042703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113546748910042703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-sick-part-in-all-of-us.html' title='For the sick part in all of us.'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-113528946948609296</id><published>2005-12-22T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T14:11:09.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever Notice?</title><content type='html'>Something just occurred to me today at work. I was told by my boss that We needed to get two more trucks started (that would make four in progress). This after he had told me he wanted two men per truck to get them done faster. (There is only five in my crew). I just shrugged and tried not to let the stupidity of the remark get to me. So I went out to finish what I started before bringing in the another truck. So, here I am, in the cold. Weather is cloudy and it's starting to sprinkle and I'm not happy. Then I notice that the 1000 gallon tanks sitting nearby are all white with green and red tape on the fittings. I see them all year long and today they actually look festive. Like the were done that way for Christmas. I honestly felt better and my attitude changed.&lt;br /&gt;Funny what you notice when you need it most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-113528946948609296?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/113528946948609296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=113528946948609296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113528946948609296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113528946948609296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/12/ever-notice.html' title='Ever Notice?'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-113452404758789373</id><published>2005-12-13T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T17:40:52.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7984/1219/1600/Xmas%2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7984/1219/320/Xmas%2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to wish all of you a Merry Christmas and a Very Happy and Safe New Year. May Santa over look all our naughtys and bring us what we want in our stockings. (I'm hanging fishnet stockings this year.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-113452404758789373?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/113452404758789373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=113452404758789373' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113452404758789373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113452404758789373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL!!!!'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-113417950404505640</id><published>2005-12-09T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T17:51:44.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who? Me??</title><content type='html'>I would've never thought of myself as slutty. More like very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="'http://www.okcupid.com'" id="slutlink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/slutawards/89.gif" border="1" width="200" height="300" alt="'Cupid" onmouseover="'document.getElementById(" href="http://www.okcupid.com/slut" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-113417950404505640?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/113417950404505640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=113417950404505640' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113417950404505640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113417950404505640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/12/who-me.html' title='who? Me??'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-113398572052223423</id><published>2005-12-07T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T12:02:00.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I had to do was Smile</title><content type='html'>Best Comment Trail:&lt;br /&gt;Winner:Lowk - life or something like it…: Just MotherDear&lt;br /&gt;Participants: Lowk, Callie, Motherdear, Kal, Penny Shagwell, Steph, bozette, Mystic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who voted for me and for the Competition I wa spitted against. All wonderful writers and people.&lt;br /&gt;  I Won Ma!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-113398572052223423?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/113398572052223423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=113398572052223423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113398572052223423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113398572052223423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-i-had-to-do-was-smile.html' title='All I had to do was Smile'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-113323527487334281</id><published>2005-11-28T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T19:34:35.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been Tagged. Was it good for you too?</title><content type='html'>Five snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1. Homemade nachos &amp; cheese with all the fixings' (And Lotsa jalapenos)&lt;br /&gt;2. Popcorn, with lotsa butter and Parmesan cheese.&lt;br /&gt;3. Homemade Flour tortillas with butter.&lt;br /&gt;4. Hershey bars with Almonds&lt;br /&gt;5. Ice Cream, any flavor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five songs to which I know all the words:&lt;br /&gt;1. Operator, Jim Croce&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll have to Say I love You in a Song, Jim Croce&lt;br /&gt;3. Against the Wind, Bob Segar&lt;br /&gt;4. Venus, Frankie Avalon&lt;br /&gt;5. Baby Blue, George Strait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I would do with $100 million&lt;br /&gt;1. Invest it so we could live on the interest.&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy lotsa land for Callie and I to retire on.&lt;br /&gt;3. Set up a college fund so that all the kids in our families could go to college.&lt;br /&gt;4. Let Callie adopt as many kids as she wants.&lt;br /&gt;5. Take my hunting buddy on a good out of state Bow Hunt every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five places to run away:&lt;br /&gt;1. Montana&lt;br /&gt;2. Canada ( some really good people up there)&lt;br /&gt;3. Scotland&lt;br /&gt;4. Disney World/Universal Studios&lt;br /&gt;5. Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;1. Losing my temper&lt;br /&gt;2. Not always patient enough&lt;br /&gt;3. Weak people make me mad&lt;br /&gt;4. I get too absorbed in things sometimes&lt;br /&gt;5. I procrastinate at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I like doing:&lt;br /&gt;1. Archery tournaments and bowhunting&lt;br /&gt;2. Making Callie laugh when she's trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;3. Building chopped harleys&lt;br /&gt;4. Taking the kids Christmas shopping without Callie&lt;br /&gt;5. Making popcorn and watching movies with the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things I would never wear:&lt;br /&gt;1. Speedo style swimwear&lt;br /&gt;2. A Hillary Clinton campaign button&lt;br /&gt;3. Those baggy shorts that are too long to be shorts and too short to be pants.&lt;br /&gt;4. A gun control t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;5. Platform shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five favorite TV shows&lt;br /&gt;1. The Simpson&lt;br /&gt;2. Future Rama&lt;br /&gt;3. Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;4. Lost&lt;br /&gt;5. The history Channel. ( I love history)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five biggest joys in my life:&lt;br /&gt;1. My children&lt;br /&gt;2. My wife&lt;br /&gt;3. My motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;4. Archery&lt;br /&gt;5. Hunting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five favorite toys.&lt;br /&gt;1. My Bow and arrow.&lt;br /&gt;2. My motorcycles&lt;br /&gt;3. Callie ( she lets me play with her anytime I want)( that includes the toy I was born with)&lt;br /&gt;4. My guns&lt;br /&gt;5. My computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that answers all the questions. I even tried to keep it rated PG. If I have to tag someone, Callie will have to say it's ok first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-113323527487334281?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/113323527487334281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=113323527487334281' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113323527487334281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113323527487334281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-been-tagged-was-it-good-for-you.html' title='I&apos;ve been Tagged. Was it good for you too?'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-113228055538327427</id><published>2005-11-17T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T21:25:38.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever wonder?</title><content type='html'>Since my move from L.A. in the late eighties. I've learned some very important things. Most of them have to do with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid growing up the first few years were good. Everyone was happy and we had contact with the WHOLE family. Then when I turned 5 things changed. My happy home was gone. It started with my grandmother on my moms side being murdered in Mexico. Then My grandfather died. After that my mom developed breast cancer. Back then They just cut the whole thing off. They even took half a lung for good measure. It really screwed with her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until recently I never thought about what my dad felt. Couple this with the house we lived in being somewhat haunted and I realized that my dads dream home was a curse. About this time I believe it was 1965 when the Watts riots occurred. Normally peaceful men that were fathers of my friend's and even my dad started carrying guns and taking turns patrolling the neighborhood. More than once while hunting I've thought about what it must've been like for a peaceful man like pop to carry a gun to protect his home. As kids we watched the fires and national guardsman from our garage roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger sister was born the next year. I thought about why and realized it happened probably for my mom who needed to feel like a whole woman. There were always fights between mom an pop. She constantly accused him of cheating. Two years later my mom died. Here is pop, a man who had to drop outta school at 13 to help support is mom, brother and sister. Now the woman he loved had made her last years with him miserable and and had left him with four children. One 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we needed pop the most to comfort us and reassure us, He dumped the youngest on his mom and went out every night to bars and strip joints. There were times when my older sister had to force me to eat creamed peas on toast because that's all we had for days at a time. My older brother ran the streets and ate at friends houses and left us to fend for ourselves. Now and then pops would come home with some slut or bar whore. But thank god it never lasted. When he did find one good woman he would come up with an excuse to dump her. I honestly believe he was trying to get my mom outta his head and heart. Not having much of a father figure himself (granddad was a drunk and a wife beater who died young) Dad had no idea what to do to be a good father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally settled on Betty. For all that she was and was not. She made sure he had 3 squares a day and a clean house and clean clothes. Granted she worked us like slaves to make it that way and her kids (even though they were grown and married) got more than we did. The house was filled with constant yelling and tears from us. Pops never intervened. I guess he thought even a mean mother is better than no mother. This went on till 1972 when the family moved. All except my older brother. He was not invited. He was just 18. A year later my older sister ran away when she turned 17. I stayed another year and ran away at 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a year bouncing from place to place till my brother told me to live with him and to finish school. We forged some names and I got into school. Later I was picked-up by the cops on weapons charges. When pop came to get me I made it clear that I would not live in the same house with that Bitch. The police were more than curious about why I didn't wanna go back. Pop just blew it off and took me to my bro's. When the youngest reached 16 she too left. He had now lost all his children because of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I wondered if he regretted everything that had happened or not. He never let on one way or the other. For the next few years it was upto me to keep the contact open with him. Ya know, holiday visits and just staying in touch. When I graduated from high school he genuinely seemed proud. Right after I asked him to sign the papers allowing me to join the Marines. I was seventeen. All he said was "are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I graduated from boot camp things seemed to be better between us. Pops honestly made an attempt at staying in touch. As time wore on I felt he wanted to be closer, but just didn't know how to go about it. But at least he was there whenever I needed him. Granted he didn't know how or what to say sometimes. But at least he tried. He even took the time to try an bail me outta jail at 3 a.m. and his car's electrical system burned in the police parking lot. And he still took my side in the whole affair. As for the years leading up to now. We've grown closer and I believe he misses the time we lost. But now we're 45o miles apart and our time is growing short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess in his own way he helped make me stronger. Maybe it was intentional, maybe not. All I know is that thinking about him I'm able to recall all the good times, no matter how minor a lot easier than all the tears and anguish. Could it have turned out differently? If so, how?....................Makes me wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-113228055538327427?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/113228055538327427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=113228055538327427' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113228055538327427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113228055538327427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/11/ever-wonder.html' title='Ever wonder?'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-113130814998837450</id><published>2005-11-06T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T12:15:50.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just MotherDear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7984/1219/1600/happy%20Face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7984/1219/320/happy%20Face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to show MD I'll do anything she asks of me. If you'd like more MD, I'll need your e-mail address. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-113130814998837450?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/113130814998837450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=113130814998837450' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113130814998837450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113130814998837450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-motherdear.html' title='Just MotherDear'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-113060424267856446</id><published>2005-10-29T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T07:39:31.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing the lighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/calamity469/POOLPARTYBLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/calamity469/POOLPARTYBLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd post a quick blog on how things are going. Callie is TOO excited about breaking in the pool she just had to make sure pics would come out. ( that's not all that came out :o ) It looks to be a long and exciting time in this house for years to come. I think some kind of tree to block our neighbors view is in order. (That or charge for viewing and popcorn.)&lt;br /&gt;there's an opening to join us for the party next spring. Drop us a line. ;) There are those that know they need no invite. You're always welcome ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-113060424267856446?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/113060424267856446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=113060424267856446' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113060424267856446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/113060424267856446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/10/testing-lighting.html' title='Testing the lighting'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112942602758305457</id><published>2005-10-15T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T18:51:46.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/calamity469/ideas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/calamity469/ideas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/calamity469/ideas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/calamity469/ideas3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/calamity469/ideas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="207" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/calamity469/ideas4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/calamity469/ideas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/calamity469/ideas6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="231" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/calamity469/ideas6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd pic is where we wanna put a small hut. To hide the pump n filter and to be used as a changing room with a porta-pot for the kids so they don't run back n forth through the house.&lt;br /&gt;The area along the fence in the same pic is 14ft by 30ft.&lt;br /&gt;Pic 3, in the foreground is an area about 16ft by 15ft 12ft. Kindda "L" shaped.&lt;br /&gt;The Hot tub will go on the slab in pic 1. That is the "L" shaped area.&lt;br /&gt;The narrow space along the fence (pic 2) is 3ft by 40ft.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to put a quiet sitting area on the side of the house (in pic 4). Something that would hide the trash cans and recyclable. At some point in time we want a deck off the back of the house that has a door from the master bedroom and stairs to the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats it. Can you help us Mr./Mrs. Wizard??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112942602758305457?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112942602758305457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112942602758305457' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112942602758305457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112942602758305457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/10/our-yard.html' title='Our yard'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112907553082533543</id><published>2005-10-11T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T17:05:30.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone with Style out there????</title><content type='html'>Well, the pool is full of water and things are looking good. The Hot Tub will be in by the end of the month. (under penalty of death) Now the work starts. And here's where all of you come in. Callie an I are not what some would call "people of style" meaning, we couldn't decorate a garage. Anyone have any ideas on how to landscape and decorate the backyard??? I'm open to anything (callie can attest to that). &lt;br /&gt;So here is everyone's chance to put there decorating style to work. All suggestions will be considered. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112907553082533543?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112907553082533543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112907553082533543' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112907553082533543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112907553082533543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/10/anyone-with-style-out-there.html' title='Anyone with Style out there????'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112812809657899735</id><published>2005-09-30T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T17:54:56.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Solid reply to a Mushy Blog</title><content type='html'>As callie said, we met at the junior college in an aerobics class. As for being the gentleman! Yeah Right, If it wasn't for the tight workout shorts I would've been sporting a full blown command tent. And as for the sparkling eyes! Any mans eyes would sparkle in a room full and women dressed in tight revealing clothes. True we've had good and bad times. Everyone does. But I promised to love and honor. (one of the easiest promises I've had to keep) The problems lately were started by me and compounded by both of us. We resolved the issue when she started faking 4 or 5 orgasm a night so I wouldn't feel bad. I didn't want her to feel bad either so I fake 1 or 2 just to keep it real. &lt;br /&gt;Honestly though, I've never know any woman who was able to make me forget all the others that crossed my path. Her kisses brought back the shakes, just like when we first met. &lt;br /&gt;I have many regrets in my life. Some are the worst imaginable. But The ones I want and will try to rectify. Are the times I made Callie cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112812809657899735?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112812809657899735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112812809657899735' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112812809657899735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112812809657899735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/09/solid-reply-to-mushy-blog.html' title='A Solid reply to a Mushy Blog'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112734914502747649</id><published>2005-09-21T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T17:38:33.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That went over like a busted rubber</title><content type='html'>It seems that either nobody read my last blog or they did'nt care for it. Not a remark! At least Callie knows it in fun and how I feel about the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not too much happening here but The warm weather. Hopefully it'll keep up so we can use the pool when its done. I"m hop[ing we can have my B-day party christening the pool. With luck we'll set a new standard in low-life behavior. I'll keep you posted and for those in close you'll get pics. (the good ones)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112734914502747649?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112734914502747649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112734914502747649' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112734914502747649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112734914502747649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/09/that-went-over-like-busted-rubber.html' title='That went over like a busted rubber'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112693357437058392</id><published>2005-09-16T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T22:06:14.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>Since there have been a few post about where and what folks were doing when the attacks occurred. I thought I'd mention something I did when I found out about it. &lt;br /&gt;To begin with, I'm a former marine (for those that don't know). The unit I belonged to was limited to about 100 men world wide. Nothing too special, but the life expectancy for us during combat was about 8 seconds once the shooting started. Anyway, When I heard on the radio what was happening on my way to work. I immediately thought, WAR! Later I decided to have alittle fun and have  a friend from work call our house an leave a message saying that he was a major in the adjutant Generals office at camp Pendleton and that they want me to contact them because I was being recalled to active duty. I was to report as soon as possible. When Callie heard that, the look on her face was priceless. It was worth the beatings for sure. She didn't know what to say. She knew my unit was unique but WOW!I had a hard time keeping a straight face.  Later she called the number my friend left an realized it was a joke. Tonight when I told her I wanted to post it that looked returned. &lt;br /&gt;Had to be one of my better jokes. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112693357437058392?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112693357437058392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112693357437058392' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112693357437058392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112693357437058392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112648964990642523</id><published>2005-09-11T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T18:47:29.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey! I'm Home</title><content type='html'>Hi all. Sorry I haven't been around much. I try to read everyone's blog's but when time is short. Anyway, I've been trying to think of something interesting to blog about but not much is going on. There is one thing that keeps coming back to me. But since I'm not the writer type I hesitate to start it. But some young friend of mine said I should blog what I feel and be happy so here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was around 1990 or so there was a whole bunch of sigthings of the Virgin Mary all over the world. One of them happened to be here in California not far from Sacramento. At the insistence of a friend who was very religious you just wanted to slap her I decided to go see for myself. I decided to spend the night in the parking lot so I would be the first one in and get a good seat. It was really cold then December or January I think. But being the rugged outdoorsman I am I was bundled up like a newborn babe. Around 10pm some guy came around. He was just looking around then came up to talk with me. He didn't look like a threat. Kind of medium frame not to street wise looking so I didn't have to do any posturing. Anyway he went on an on about religion and how he thought it was a hoax. All the while he kept saying I should stay at his place so I wouldn't have to sleep outside. Normally I would've thought he was coming on to me but something didn't seem right. After I started to get firmer in my "No Thank You" he said lets look inside the church and see if there was anything going on. I said "it's late and the doors are locked." Then He said something that has stuck with me for years. " He we have faith the doors will be open" then he made that gesture like a faith healer, ya know head back, eyes closed and then he pulled the door handles. Like I said they were locked. After that he made one last attempt to get me to leave. Then He was gone. &lt;br /&gt;In the morning the people started gathering and then the doors opened. After a certain amount of praying (like Catholics do) the apparition appeared. At first I was skeptical. I checked the direction of the sunshine and the position of the stain glass windows. Unless someone had hidden projectors and a mission impossible theme song it had to be real. When it was gone folks were talking and some said the saw the Holy Mother in detail. Others said they didn't. What I saw was Beautiful to say the least but I could not make out a face. Just a distinct shape of a woman's upper body and facial outline. I"m not the religious type but something that day happened to me. My point of view changed and I became more of a believer than an indoctrinated catholic. &lt;br /&gt;I have had lot's of encounters with the supernatural and now the spiritual. My mother in her last years became obsessed with such things. Since then my whole family (those of us that lived in the house with her) have had more than our share of these types of encounters. Is it possible that mom inadvertently opened something or passed something on to us by accident? I hope I'm wrong. I hope all that has happened and all I've seen is just part of life. (Or death)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112648964990642523?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112648964990642523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112648964990642523' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112648964990642523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112648964990642523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/09/honey-im-home.html' title='Honey! I&apos;m Home'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112537062237080077</id><published>2005-08-29T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T19:57:02.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busier than a one legged dog with fleas</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update. We bought a hot tub this weekend at the state fair. So now I have to pour a 10ft x 10ft cement slab. At that to the fence post I have to break free from the cement that was ruined by the pool diggers and the cem,ent sitting area in the front of the house. At least I wont have to pour cement like I planned in front of the gate. I just got to level the dirt, put up a few trees and relocate one small tree and re plant grass. At least it's hunting season. Can't go hunting but I can dream. :) Gotta run, I'm running into my six hours of sleep I get a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112537062237080077?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112537062237080077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112537062237080077' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112537062237080077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112537062237080077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/08/busier-than-one-legged-dog-with-fleas.html' title='Busier than a one legged dog with fleas'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112493776174530461</id><published>2005-08-24T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:42:41.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serves me right</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I received an e-mail from some very special. They asked me to forward it to others and the more I sent it to the better things would get. Well, I sent it off to a whole lotta people. And guess what? Things changed. While doing a repair at work on a particularly dirty truck I was interrupted to do an inspection on a truck that had just come in. Normally these inspections become nightmares fast. This was smooth and quick. Problem was, I left two wrenches on the back as it drove off. One mine the other the shops. No sweat, I know where he's heading an he can drop them off on the way home. I call his shop and they say he's already on his way home. Bullshit! I know he had one stop to make and it's impossible to get there that fast. His office says, " Oh well". I say, "fine I'll drive 150 miles and pick them up. Now I'm pissed. As I resume work on the repair, road dirt and grease start falling on me continuously. And As I am putting fresh tranny fluid in it the valve slips and shoots fluid in my face. Then Callie calls and says that kidlet didn't get into the after school program so I need to pick her up further away. Not at practice Callie informs me that this little mistake will cost about 500.00 extra a month. To top it off as I'm bringing kidlet home I find the some plastic was smeared on the pipes of my new bike. Now that I'm home I'm praying nothing else goes wrong. I thought Things were suppose to get better. I feel like I've been shot at an missed and shit at an hit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112493776174530461?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112493776174530461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112493776174530461' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112493776174530461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112493776174530461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/08/serves-me-right.html' title='Serves me right'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112476780669428672</id><published>2005-08-22T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T20:30:06.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another good time!</title><content type='html'>Well our oldest had her B-day this weekend and we all went to a water park on Saturday. It was my first time there and I loved it. Something about being wet an sliding in a tube just made me happy. I didn't get a chance to go on all the slides because munchkin dominated my time and DEMANDED we repeatedly go on the same slides in the kiddy area. But I did enjoy myself and making her happy is what I'm here for anyway. Kidlet had a friend along so they took off and aside from getting to go on a slide with them, I was pretty much left outta the loop. I"m hoping to get a chance to go without the kids some evening so Callie an I can have some fun and be kids again. I also took kidlet on her longest motorcycle ride yet to get her soccer stuff. As expected I spent too much on her but I"m allowed. I'm the Daddy. The weekend would've been expensive but I just happened to sell my 1980 750 Honda and we actually made 400.00 after the all was said an done. Not bad , huh? I would luv to get a few couples together and go to the water park and then out party'in after. A fun adult night out. Anyone care to join us????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112476780669428672?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112476780669428672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112476780669428672' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112476780669428672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112476780669428672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/08/another-good-time.html' title='Another good time!'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112444806900333574</id><published>2005-08-19T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T03:41:09.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn near done!</title><content type='html'>Wow, whatta week. I started working O.T. and that means up at 3:15 every morning and work till 4pm. Today however I get to do something different. I get to work a side job (just for the day) and make some quick cash. (hopefully a lot) Actually this could possibly be the first step in opening my own Propane repair shop. I mentioned this to Callie years ago but we both seem to be a lil apprehensive about taking the leap. Since I've been back with the old shop I've made lotsa new contacts an have had lots  of good responses for customers about some of my ideas. I just hope I can get this job done quickly. I think Callie doesn't like the idea of me not coming straight home on a Friday. But if things go well it'll come in handy. Bug weekend planned and the extra $$$ will be welcome. Oh well, time for coffee and then out the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Jessica and Dani, we pick the tiles for the pool next week. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112444806900333574?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112444806900333574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112444806900333574' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112444806900333574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112444806900333574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/08/damn-near-done.html' title='Damn near done!'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112397519842275467</id><published>2005-08-13T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T16:53:05.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Movies</title><content type='html'>I don' know if this will be said right, after I"m not a writer. What I"m about to write has been a part of my life since I was a young kid. And at times has been responsible for the way I picked my apartments, firearms, and in one case my first house. &lt;br /&gt;   OK, here it goes. Back when I was a kid my folks took me to the drive-in. At least I think I was the only child to be taken. I don't remember my sis or bro being there. Anyway, the movie was Night of the Living Dead. I was just 9 yrs old back in '68. I remember sitting in the back of the 56 Chevy scared to death. I would freak out every time someone would walk by the car. That movie gave me nightmares for years. (Ask Callie) The fear of what the movie depicted was not enough. A month or so later my mother died. I had never seen a dead body before and seeing my mom laid out there scared me half to death. It seems that any little thing that would remind me of that movie would set off a week or so of nightmares. When I was old enough I learn how to use any firearm I could find and use it well. The marines made it clear that ammo can be picked up easy enough if you just kill your enemy and take their weapons. After military life I had to make sure I was always safe so every apartment I had was easily defendable. With just a little effort I could hole up safely. I have tried lotsa different ways to get over this fear in the back of my head. All the other movies that have come along have'nt effected me the way the first one did. Callie, at my insistence brought home the latest version of Dawn of the Dead. The original put the idea in my head that supplies will be needed along other living needs. Callie was less than thrilled to hear I wanted to see the movie. Finally she broke down and rented it. That movie had the one thing that brought back the original fears. The living dead moved just like normal folks. No rigga, they were fast and ran when they chased their victims. Now it seems that these old fears of mine come flooding back depending on which way I go to work. The hwy by the house has losta folks commuting, the back road (which is faster) is dark, lonely and very eerie. I must admit that with all this I have managed to live with the realization that I'm wacked. I guess movies have more of an impact on the young than I would've guessed. Now that I'm older and have kids of my own I'm more aware of what they see and what I'll let them see. Besides, Callie would've never liked the gun belt with a loaded revolver hanging on the bed post or a rifle or shotgun by the door. Not sure why I wanted to post this lil bit of info, but I recently have been taking the back road to work. Boo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112397519842275467?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112397519842275467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112397519842275467' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112397519842275467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112397519842275467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/08/scary-movies.html' title='Scary Movies'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112354709513702645</id><published>2005-08-08T17:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T17:31:56.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>Well it seems like all is running along smoothly. My new commuter bike is sweet! The ride is so much more comfy. Callie an I went down to the Honda shop an bought me a new (never had a new scoot) 750cc shadow areo. Thing looks like a 61 FLH Harley. It's great on gas and on the ass. The old 1980 750four used to make me slide forward every time I hit the brakes and basically pulled my nuts under me. Man, that's sucked. I am SOOOOOOOOOOO happy now. All that's left is to finish the Evo and our oldest's 61 sporty. Callie has yet to do any work on her BSA. But I'm hopeful. And now I know how I want me blockhead to look. Things are just falling into place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112354709513702645?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112354709513702645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112354709513702645' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112354709513702645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112354709513702645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/08/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112295434996988085</id><published>2005-08-01T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:45:49.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Turn</title><content type='html'>So here's what you do. When you read this, you're supposed to answer the questions too. The "x" means you've done whatever's listed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Smoked a joint&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been in a wet t-shirt contest&lt;br /&gt;(x) Crashed a car&lt;br /&gt;(x) stolen a car&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been in love&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had a threesome&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been dumped&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shoplifted &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been fired&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;(x) Snuck out of the house&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been arrested&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made out with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;(x) Skipped school&lt;br /&gt;(x) Seen someone die&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been to Canada &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been to Mexico &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;(x) Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;(x) Thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;(x) Purposely set a part of yourself on fire(Does paying chicken with cigarettes count?)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten Sushi (Yeah and HATED it)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been snowboarding&lt;br /&gt;(x) Met someone from the internet in person&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been moshing at a concert &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been in an abusive relationship&lt;br /&gt;(x) Taken painkillers &lt;br /&gt;(x) Love someone or miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laid and watched cloud shapes go by&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made a snow angel&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had a tea party ( with my lil girl)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Flown a kite&lt;br /&gt;(x) Built a sand castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone puddle jumping&lt;br /&gt;( ) Played dress up&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jumped into a pile of leaves&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone sledding&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated while playing a game&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been lonely&lt;br /&gt;(x) Fallen asleep at work/school&lt;br /&gt;(x) Used a fake ID&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched the sunset&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt an earthquake&lt;br /&gt;(x) Touched a snake &lt;br /&gt;(x) Slept beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been tickled&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been robbed (was rolled when I was young)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pet a reindeer/goat &lt;br /&gt;(x) Won a contest&lt;br /&gt;(x) Run a red light&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been suspended from school&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been in a car accident&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had braces&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt like an outcast&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had deja vu &lt;br /&gt;(x) Danced in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hated the way you look&lt;br /&gt;(x) Witnessed a crime (does seeing the one you're committing count?)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Pole danced &lt;br /&gt;( ) Been obsessed with post-it notes&lt;br /&gt;(x)Walked barefoot through the mud&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been lost&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been to the opposite side of the world&lt;br /&gt;(x) Swam in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;(x) Felt like dying&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cried yourself to sleep (Many times as a child)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played cops and robbers&lt;br /&gt;(x) Recently colored with crayons/colored pencils/markers (with my kids)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;(x) Paid for a meal with only coins&lt;br /&gt;(x) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;(x) Made prank phone calls when you were younger&lt;br /&gt;( ) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught a snowflake on your tongue&lt;br /&gt;( ) Danced naked in the rain &lt;br /&gt;(x) Written a letter to Santa Claus (for my kids, every year)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been kissed under the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;(x) Watched the sun rise with someone you care about&lt;br /&gt;(x) Blown bubbles&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had a bonfire on the beach&lt;br /&gt;(x) Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gone rollerblading&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had a wish come true (they may have most of my wishes are for others)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Worn pearls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jumped off a bridge&lt;br /&gt;( ) Screamed the word penis in public&lt;br /&gt;( ) Ate dog/cat food (I ate dog in Korea)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Told a complete stranger you loved them&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed a mirror&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sang in the shower&lt;br /&gt;( ) Owned a little black dress&lt;br /&gt;( ) Had a dream that you married someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) Glued your hand to something&lt;br /&gt;( ) Got your tongue stuck to a flag pole&lt;br /&gt;( ) Kissed a fish &lt;br /&gt;(x) Worn the opposite sex's clothes (For holloween when I was 7)(stupid big sister made me)&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been a cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sat on a roof top&lt;br /&gt;(x) Screamed at the top of your lungs&lt;br /&gt;( ) Done a one-handed cartwheel&lt;br /&gt;( ) Talked on the phone for more than 6 hours (talked on the phone more than 20 times at work. The boss had to make a new rule about personal calls thankx to Callie)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Stayed up all night&lt;br /&gt;(x) Didn't take a shower for a week &lt;br /&gt;(x) Picked and ate an apple right off the tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) Climbed a tree&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had a tree house (and them some)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Are (NOT) scared to watch scary movies&lt;br /&gt;(x) Believe in ghosts&lt;br /&gt;( ) Have more than 30 pairs of shoes&lt;br /&gt;( ) Worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say&lt;br /&gt;(x) Gone streaking&lt;br /&gt;(x) Played chicken&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been skinny dipping&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been pushed into a pool/lake with all your clothes on&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been told your beautiful by a complete stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) Broken a bone &lt;br /&gt;(x) Been easily amused&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught a fish then ate it (only after cooking it)&lt;br /&gt;(x) Caught a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(x) Laughed so hard you cried &lt;br /&gt;( ) Cried so hard you laughed&lt;br /&gt;(x) Mooned/flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;(x) Had someone moon/flash you&lt;br /&gt;(x) Cheated on a test&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forgotten someone's name&lt;br /&gt;(x) Slept naked (all the time)&lt;br /&gt;( ) French braided someone's hair &lt;br /&gt;(x) Grown a beard (every year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would've been easier just to said I've been around the block.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112295434996988085?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112295434996988085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112295434996988085' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112295434996988085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112295434996988085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-turn.html' title='My Turn'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112294825304547817</id><published>2005-08-01T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T19:04:13.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have you heard this one?</title><content type='html'>Why You Don't Wanna Be A Penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have a whole in your head, &lt;br /&gt;Your best friends are nuts,&lt;br /&gt;The guy who lives behind you in an asshole,&lt;br /&gt;And everytime you get excited you throw-up and then pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why Brides Smile As they Walk Down The Aisle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's their last day on Weight Watchers and No more Blow Jobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112294825304547817?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112294825304547817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112294825304547817' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112294825304547817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112294825304547817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/08/have-you-heard-this-one.html' title='have you heard this one?'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112292270545559919</id><published>2005-08-01T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T12:00:03.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're home!</title><content type='html'>Well that was a good camping trip. The camp site could've been a little better, but everything else was great. We made plans for a good spot for Labor Day so we're getting better at this. The lake was just beautiful! Cool water but just enough to feel good. The only problem with the trip is that cost. Over 900.00 total. On the way home the fuel pump on my pick-up went south. We had to be towed to a dealership and a good friend had to come a get callie an take her home so she could get her car and come back an get the girls an me. It's a shame all that didn't happen first so I could've relaxed over the weekend instead of being relaxed and then getting stressed before returning home. What'd waste of a super weekend. Dani, you're gonna have to show us how to do it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112292270545559919?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112292270545559919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112292270545559919' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112292270545559919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112292270545559919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/08/were-home.html' title='We&apos;re home!'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112264001810271128</id><published>2005-07-29T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T05:27:09.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GONE CAMPING</title><content type='html'>:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112264001810271128?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112264001810271128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112264001810271128' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112264001810271128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112264001810271128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/07/gone-camping.html' title='GONE CAMPING'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112252555371480684</id><published>2005-07-27T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:42:03.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My thought pond is a lil shallow</title><content type='html'>Hi, not much happening these days. I have a job interview tomorrow and I'll drop off an application at another job offered in the paper. As for the home life, all is well. Callie an I have decided on who is going to build our pool. Hopefully we'll be swimming in a couple of months. All the comments between callie an dani on my last entry makes me hope we break that pool in GOOD!!! :D &lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm getting ready for hunting season. Been shooting my bow more an trying to get my optimism up. Maybe this year will be the one that I get a buck. Using a bow an arrow is hard enough without. But it's even harder with the traditional bows. I guess that's why I keep trying. The thrill of the chase is exciting even if I come home emty-handed. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'll leave this as is. I just have anything to get off my chest right now. Maybe later. Right now I think I'll go get on Callie's chest. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112252555371480684?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112252555371480684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112252555371480684' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112252555371480684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112252555371480684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-thought-pond-is-lil-shallow.html' title='My thought pond is a lil shallow'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112234216757758640</id><published>2005-07-25T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T18:47:01.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back, Satan says hi.</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a week that was! I haven't felt like that in years. Finally shook off the bad vibes with a good dose of family fun. Took callie and the girls to a nearby lake we like and went camping. It was a Blast! We're heading back this coming weekend. Seems like the best talisman for happiness is my family. Sorry for the long dry spell between posts and then the Thalsa Doom speech. Life has it's bumps in the road. &lt;br /&gt;So, how have all of you folks been?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112234216757758640?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112234216757758640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112234216757758640' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112234216757758640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112234216757758640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-back-satan-says-hi.html' title='I&apos;m Back, Satan says hi.'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112200627973227908</id><published>2005-07-21T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:24:39.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm with ya guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner European is Irish!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/european/irish.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprited and boisterous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You drink everyone under the table.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnereuropeanquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Inner European?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112200627973227908?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112200627973227908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112200627973227908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112200627973227908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112200627973227908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-with-ya-guys.html' title='I&apos;m with ya guys'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112200592078046169</id><published>2005-07-21T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:18:40.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>got a banana?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://velvetpriestess.custom-tech.net/quiz1.html"&gt; &lt;img SRC="http://velvetpriestess.custom-tech.net/see.gif" height=100 width=200&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=-1&gt;&lt;a href="http://velvetpriestess.custom-tech.net/quiz1.html"&gt;Which monkey are you?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;Another pointless diversion from &lt;a href="http://bijouriel.livejournal.com"&gt;Bijouriel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112200592078046169?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112200592078046169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112200592078046169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112200592078046169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112200592078046169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/07/got-banana.html' title='got a banana?'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112200520893192829</id><published>2005-07-21T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:07:42.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when I think I'm out, they pull me back in.</title><content type='html'>It seems the dark side wants me back. No matter how hard I try to be good I'm pushed to the point where I'm ready an willing to let the evil out an revert to the days where the best solution was a bullet or a sharp knife in the the right person to make me feel better. I wan so much to just be happy an come home in a good mood. But there are those that are determined to test my metal. Trust me, it's sharp and swift and I'm almost ready to show them that I am more than willing and able to use it. At dinner tonight I was reminded why I try to control myself. Callie and my two girls were happy an smiling at me. That's all the reminder I needed. Tomorrow I will focus and keep looking for a way out that doesn't include bloodshed. But tonight I will hold my children and let them calm my soul once again. They are, after all my reason to be better than I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112200520893192829?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112200520893192829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112200520893192829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112200520893192829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112200520893192829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-when-i-think-im-out-they-pull-me.html' title='Just when I think I&apos;m out, they pull me back in.'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112113802678475664</id><published>2005-07-11T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:15:25.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as it should be.</title><content type='html'>Well, it's Monday and aside from having to work in purgatory, all is well. The weekend was once again nice and easy. (a little fuzzy about Friday night.) Best part of a 5th of Jack went down good. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday was relaxing watching movies with the family. The only thing missing there was chocolate. Sunday was another easy day what with a picnic with new friends and letting the kids run amok. Guess I should be ready for the work week but honestly, I wanna go camping with family and a close friend or two and leave the world behind. Decisions, Decisions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112113802678475664?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112113802678475664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112113802678475664' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112113802678475664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112113802678475664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-as-it-should-be.html' title='Life as it should be.'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112089040803959567</id><published>2005-07-08T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T23:34:14.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time for a new one</title><content type='html'>Hi, well the week is over and I've had a few VERY strong jack and cokes. My latest attemp at finding a new job failed, but I have more leads. My job  situation is tense to say the least. I was chatting with the petroleum leadman and let all know that were in earshot that if that crewman on my team so much as farts I'll kick his ass and if the foreman intervienses I'll knock the shit outta him too! Needless to say both were ten feet away. Neither said a word or even looked in my direction. My personal opinion is "they don't have the balls to back their shit up"! Sorry about how I feel about this but I'm used to being around people that believe that if they're right they stand up for it. Obviously those two don't think that way. Am I being an ass about this?? &lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side. We're going to have contractors coming next week to give us qoutes on our pool. We're very excited and can't wait to have a party. It's time to live for us an not for the job. &lt;br /&gt;But enough of the drunk babbling. I hope everyone enjoys their weekend. Its time for another drink. &lt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112089040803959567?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112089040803959567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112089040803959567' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112089040803959567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112089040803959567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/07/time-for-new-one.html' title='time for a new one'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112087071610120423</id><published>2005-07-08T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T17:58:36.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who ME??????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Warrior Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/warrior-soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a strong person and sometimes seen as intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;You don't give up. You're committed and brave.&lt;br /&gt;Truly adventuresome, you are not afraid of going to battle.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely protective of loved ones, you root for the underdog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are picky about details and rigorous in your methods.&lt;br /&gt;You also value honesty and fairness a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;You can be outspoken, intimidating, headstrong, and demanding.&lt;br /&gt;You're a hardliner who demands the best from themselves and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/oldsoul.html"&gt;Old Soul&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/peacemakersoul.html"&gt;Peacemaker Soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/kindsoulquiz.html"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112087071610120423?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112087071610120423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112087071610120423' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112087071610120423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112087071610120423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/07/who-me.html' title='Who ME??????????'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112069649074415207</id><published>2005-07-06T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T17:34:50.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who wouldda thought?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=5&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFA5B2"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Part Romantic Kisser&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDBE0"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/kindkisser/romantic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is all about feeling the romance&lt;br /&gt;         You love to kiss under the stars or by the sea&lt;br /&gt;         The perfect kiss involves the perfect mood&lt;br /&gt;         It's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FFA5B2"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Part Expert Kisser&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDBE0"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/kindkisser/expert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity&lt;br /&gt;         You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off&lt;br /&gt;         And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave&lt;br /&gt;         When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112069649074415207?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112069649074415207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112069649074415207' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112069649074415207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112069649074415207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/07/who-wouldda-thought.html' title='Who wouldda thought?'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112034048406233149</id><published>2005-07-02T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T21:07:48.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss fucked me over.</title><content type='html'>This has been pissing me off for a few days, and I thought I'd rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into work on Thursday.  I'm the Leadman.  I told them when I took the job, that I would have authority to write up and dismiss employees.  They agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the workers needed to be informed of a leak on a truck he had built.  I told him.  First - let me explain to everyone that there is a bit of a "language barrier" with this particular employee.  At least, it's one that he likes to exploit whenever something goes wrong with one of his trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell him there's a leak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NOT MY PROBLEM," was his response.  "YOU FIX."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You built it, you have to fix your own mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me his best 'fuck you' look, and turned and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the foreman, and let him know what was happening.  I have known the foreman for 16 years.  He was the best man at my wedding.  We have always had an excellent working relationship.  I told him I wanted to give the employee a verbal warning about his attitude, and he agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I calmed down first (as per the foreman's instructions), and when I tried to explain that his attitude was the reason he was being written up, he continued to act as if it was his work.  He told me, "I do good work.  You always look for problems.  You leave me alone."  I informed him that I was his boss, and if he understood that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His response:  "You don't talk to me.  You understand THAT?"  Then he walked away AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was furious.  His verbal warning had now progressed into a written warning.  I walked into the shop foreman's office, and the foreman followed me.  ALL THREE OF US (the shop foreman, my foreman, and myself) agreed to write the employee up.  Which I did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, after waiting yet again to calm down (again per my foreman's instructions), I called the employee aside (along with the foreman) and let him know that the problem was not with his work - it was his attitude.  Again, the employee kept trying to blame the problem on faulty materials, insisting it wasn't his problem.  The foreman told the employee that he was a "good worker, and did great work".  The foreman then turned to me, expecting me to back him up.  I tried to inform the employee that it was his attitude that was causing a problem.  The employee said that I was always nitpicking, trying to find problems with his work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foreman said, "That's enough," and was willing to let the employee slide.  I turned to the foreman to hand him the write up on the employee, and he said "No, don't worry about it."  He just made it clear to the employee that he can do whatever the fuck he wants, and I have no authority to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my stuff, and stormed out, to the sounds of "Don't be like that," from my foreman.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Tuesday, we are getting a translator in to resolve the problems with this employee (the foreman from the other division has also let it be known that he's had problems with this guy).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm more angry with the situation with the employee, or with my foreman's betrayal.  The Christmas before last, when the new secretary asked the foreman who his backup was, he, his wife, and my wife all pointed to me.  They all know that I'm the only one who knows enough about this business to make the right decisions.  Having him refuse to back me up feels like he stabbed me in the back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112034048406233149?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112034048406233149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112034048406233149' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112034048406233149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112034048406233149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/07/boss-fucked-me-over.html' title='Boss fucked me over.'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-112001337693059209</id><published>2005-06-28T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T19:49:36.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DUHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF774" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your IQ Is 100&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFCCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/iq/iq.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Logical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Verbal Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Above Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mathematical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Exceptional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your General Knowledge is &lt;b&gt;Above Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/"&gt;A Quick and Dirty IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-112001337693059209?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/112001337693059209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=112001337693059209' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112001337693059209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/112001337693059209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/06/duhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='DUHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-111996909997696504</id><published>2005-06-28T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T11:59:47.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good weekend</title><content type='html'>Well the weekend is over and It was a good one. Not that we went anywhere or partied or did anything special. But that it went smoothly without mishaps or bad weather. All that needed to be done was done. I can't remember another weekend like this one. I truly enjoyed it. I must've. I was dead tired monday. For those that appreciate just a nice casual weekend with no hectic plans or late night party'n this was it. I do enjoy getting wild, as does Callie, but there is something to be said for slowing down and enjoying the moment. I'm hoping this coming weekend will bring the same feeling of contentment. It seems that the more simpler and relxed moments are the best. Pity the are so few an far between. I guess that what makes them special. I know this post is not informative or enlightening, but maybe we can all learn to live for the moment. After all, was'nt it said, "Life is but a series of moments"? I think I'll remember this for a long while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-111996909997696504?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/111996909997696504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=111996909997696504' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/111996909997696504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/111996909997696504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-weekend.html' title='Good weekend'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-111973036368785721</id><published>2005-06-25T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T13:12:43.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you believe?</title><content type='html'>Well, those of you who have read my last two posts can see there seems to be a strange contrasts. My Horoscope says I'm a jedi like Obie-Wan, the other says I'm a bully with a brutal streak. Does this mean I should turn to the darkside and become a sith??????&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the video was fun filming. You folks gotta try it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-111973036368785721?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/111973036368785721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=111973036368785721' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/111973036368785721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/111973036368785721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-do-you-believe.html' title='What do you believe?'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-111972086669747689</id><published>2005-06-25T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T10:34:26.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't prove it.  I didn't do it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20 align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;B&gt;Schoolyard Bully&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You are 42% Rational, 57% Extroverted, 71% Brutal, and 14% Arrogant. &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;You are the Schoolyard Bully! You focus more on feelings than rationality, and thus tend to be driven by your emotions. You are probably easy to anger or annoy, for instance. You are also an extrovert who wouldn't mind having a lot of attention, although you may not always get it. Another character trait you possess is your brutality, manifested by the fact that you tend to be aggressive and do not care about the well-being of others. Also, you exhibit signs of humility, leading one to conlude that you are actually insecure, because very few people are truly humble AND brutal. Thus, like any schoolyard bully, you seek constant attention for yourself and have no issues with administering beatings because you are quite emotional and easy to upset. Not only that, but your insecurity may be a prime motivation for your brutality. As psychologists have noted, most schoolyard bullies only pick on others because they have a negative self-image. This could possibly be true of you. In short, your personality defects are your brutality, extroversion, irrationality, and your possible insecurity. Go pick on someone your own size! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;To put it less negatively:&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;I&gt;1. You are more INTUITIVE than rational. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;2. You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Compatibility:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Your exact opposite is the &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=100"&gt;Haughty Intellectual&lt;/A&gt;. (Bullies like to beat up nerds, after all.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Other personalities you would probably get along with are the &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=0"&gt;Bitch-Slap&lt;/A&gt;, the &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=0"&gt;Capitalist Pig&lt;/A&gt;, and the &lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=100"&gt;Class Clown&lt;/A&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;I&gt;If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;The other personality types:&lt;/B&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=0"&gt;The Emo Kid&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=100"&gt;The Starving Artist&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=0"&gt;The Bitch-Slap&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=100"&gt;The Brute&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=0"&gt;The Hippie&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=100"&gt;The Televangelist&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=0"&gt;The Schoolyard Bully&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=100"&gt;The Class Clown&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=0"&gt;The Robot&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=100"&gt;The Haughty Intellectual&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=0"&gt;The Spiteful Loner&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=100"&gt;The Sociopath&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=0"&gt;The Hand-Raiser&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;score3=100"&gt;The Braggart&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=0"&gt;The Capitalist Pig&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;score3=100"&gt;The Smartass&lt;/A&gt;: &lt;I&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align=middle&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://is0.okcupid.com/users/156/664/1566642811609810544/mt1112830159.gif"&gt; &lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellPadding=20&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;SPAN id=comparisonarea&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;I&gt;your age and gender&lt;/I&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=4 cellPadding=0 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=72 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=78 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;48%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Rationality&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=78 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=72 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;52%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Extroversion&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=129 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=21 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;86%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Brutality&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=1 cellPadding=0 bgColor=black border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TBODY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=2 bgColor=#b2cfff height=20&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD width=148 bgColor=white&gt;&lt;A href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;IMG alt="free online dating" src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD vAlign=center&gt;You scored higher than &lt;B&gt;1%&lt;/B&gt; on &lt;B&gt;Arrogance&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/BLOCKQUOTE&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=4741219933576750506'&gt;The Personality Defect Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=1566642811609810544'&gt;saint_gasoline&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-111972086669747689?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/111972086669747689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=111972086669747689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/111972086669747689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/111972086669747689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-cant-prove-it-i-didnt-do-it.html' title='You can&apos;t prove it.  I didn&apos;t do it.'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-111972007686036073</id><published>2005-06-25T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T10:21:41.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in Horoscopes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Star Wars Horoscope for Libra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/swhoroscopes/libra.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on a lifelong pursuit of justice and determined to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;You convey the art of persuasion through force.&lt;br /&gt;You always display your supreme intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;You have a great talent in obtaining balance between yourself and your surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star wars character you are most like: Obi Wan Kenobie&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/starwarshoroscopes/"&gt;What is Your Star Wars Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-111972007686036073?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/111972007686036073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=111972007686036073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/111972007686036073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/111972007686036073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/06/do-you-believe-in-horoscopes.html' title='Do you believe in Horoscopes?'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-111966571273797555</id><published>2005-06-24T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T19:15:12.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah baby!!</title><content type='html'>Just did a shot of tiquilla. I just got a video callie made for me. OOOOHHHHHH BBAAAAABY!!!!!!!!!!!!. Thats gonna get a special place of honor in my porno collection. (btw, I need parts for my harley. Let the bidding start)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-111966571273797555?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/111966571273797555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=111966571273797555' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/111966571273797555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/111966571273797555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/06/yeah-baby.html' title='Yeah baby!!'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-111966351723386289</id><published>2005-06-24T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T18:38:37.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah</title><content type='html'>Just a shorter note to say I've been giving the Ok to make some cookies. For those of you that are of my age and background you'll understand. WWWAAAAHHHHhhhoooooooooooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-111966351723386289?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/111966351723386289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=111966351723386289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/111966351723386289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/111966351723386289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/06/yeah.html' title='Yeah'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-111966337815908450</id><published>2005-06-24T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T18:36:18.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question to the public</title><content type='html'>Just a quick question to all that have read my posts and comments. It has been brought to my attention ( from a female close to me ) that I might be a little too rough around the edges and not as tasteful in my comments as I could be. Please give a lil feedback, I'm use to some real wild sites and don't wish to offend anyone here. I promise no reprisals or beheadings. Well maybe just one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-111966337815908450?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/111966337815908450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=111966337815908450' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/111966337815908450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/111966337815908450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/06/question-to-public.html' title='Question to the public'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13736962.post-111941525003655951</id><published>2005-06-21T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:46:28.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Face Warmer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v117/calamity469/facewarmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So near, but so far. &lt;br /&gt;I had to stop the wife from posting for me. But I had to keep it somewhat clean too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13736962-111941525003655951?l=ts111st4me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/feeds/111941525003655951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13736962&amp;postID=111941525003655951' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/111941525003655951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13736962/posts/default/111941525003655951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ts111st4me.blogspot.com/2005/06/face-warmer.html' title='The Face Warmer'/><author><name>lowk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534113559443543736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_caNDk1LONSo/SIYfUkOUKkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fXFjkulGvUI/S220/bugs+n+me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry></feed>
